He watched as she got herself situated into the chair with the baby. Life was strange, and watching as someone went through such a giant leap forward was a trip, to say the least. Not to mention that Clover was a girl who Felix had watched go from the tender age of eleven. He suddenly realized that Clover was part of a group of students he had watched go from their first to their seventh year at Salem.

Felix nodded, figuring it would be hard to get very far with such a young child. “New Zeland should be an adventure.” He spoke. If Felix had the chance to go to Aridorn after he had graduated of course he would have jumped at the opportunity. There was a good chance he would have still ended up as a professor, but older when he started.

In the end Felix was fine that he had not gone to some sort of collage. His life would be at a very different place now and it wouldn’t have nessisarly been for the better. Though, people do say that true love does find a way to find it’s other half no matter what. Something about a red string of fare. Not that he believed much in things like that, but Felix had read about crazier things happening. “I’m sure they have comfortable housing near the school. It would be silly if they didn’t” He spoke matter-of-factly. Most towns that had bigger school would build out from the campus so it made it easy for the students.

“Oh um,” Felix looked with wide blue eyes at the baby. Rupert…right that was his name. “Sure I can.” The child’s gaze seemed to mimic Felix’s. Still he reached out for Rupert and took him in his arms. He looked uncomfortable with the baby in his arms.

Rupert seemed mesmerized by Felix reaching up at his beard. “Hej barn. Jag är Felix. Jag hjälpte din mamma ger dig. (Hello child. I'm Felix. I helped your mom deliver you.)” He babbled at the baby. Of course the story of Rupert’s birth would always be an iffy subject for the swede. He felt a little ridiculous just jabbering off Swedish to Rupert but it helped Felix relax as he sat there with the little one. He glanced at Clover with a soft smile. Maybe a baby wouldn’t be so bad…

Felix couldn’t help but let a small smirk work it’s way onto his lips. He understood that she came from money. Felix also came from money. His home back in Vanorsbourg was a large manor. He had a house keepers, large hall ways, countless rooms, stables and a lake that met with their back yard. Somehow he never was someone who wanted to keep those comforts.

Felix was perfectly happy with the house he had now. It was smaller but had a spacious back yard. There was a library and enough room for the dogs. Honestly Felix would be happy anywhere as long as he had his fiancé. Felix was a little worried that after their trip to Sweden Harrow would think that their little home was not enough. That couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Well then I’m sure you will find some way to get all of your needs,” He smiled. “Either way it should be an experience.” Honestly Felix felt that there should be some sort of humbling for students. He had his when he travelled around Europe. Yes father’s money was available but Felix made a habit of staying in smaller hotels and living out of suitcases. He had his chinchilla and books to keep him company.

The more he sat there with the baby in his arms, the more a warm smile spread on his lips. A baby. Before when they would speak of children, Felix always figured that it would be a toddler. A child that already walked and was on the later end of potty training. A little girl that could talk….a girl. Yes always a girl first. The little girl that he could read stories of Freya to. A little girl that Harrow could teach to ride horses and get a new little puppy for. Maybe a French bulldog or bostan. Something she could call her own and would stay small like her. It would be a little girl that her aunts could braid her hair. Her grandparents would shower her with gifts. His parents with toys from Sweden, a little stuffed moose with a blue and yellow scarf. Harrow’s father would finger paint with her. It was all a perfect picture. But now maybe a baby that the two of them could raise and watch her milestones and teach how to walk.

“Blåsippan ute i backarna står, niger och säger att "nu är det vår". Barnen de plockar små sipporna glatt, rusar sen hem under rop och skratt. (The blue anemone blooms now, Curtsies and says "spring is here". Children merrily pick the flowers, And rush home, laughing.)” He started to sing sofly a silly little song from his child hood as Clove was waiting for her drink.

“Mor, nu är våren kommen, mor! Nu får vi gå utan strumpor och skor! Blåsippan ute i backarna stå, har varken skor eller strumpor på! Mor i stugan hon säger så: "Blåsippor aldrig snuva få. Än få ni gå med strumpor och skor, än är det vinter kvar", säger mor. ("Mom! Spring has come now, mom! Now we can go without socks and shoes! The blue anemone outside Wears neither sock nor shoe! Mother, in the house, says: "Blue anemones never catch cold. You must still wear socks and shoes! It's still winter", says mother.” He finished as Clover came back and sat with her drink in hand.

Felix was comfortable with the baby in his arms, he was rocking the little one lightly still in time with the song he sang earlier. Surprisingly he was content still holding Rupert. He glanced down at the little boy when she commented about the baby liking him. “I suppose he might, You have a well behaved baby,” Felix said looking back up at his former student.

He raised his eye brows? “Nej? I always thought it was obvious.” He laughed. Felix had a habit of letting small words slip in his native tongue. Yes, no hello, good. Not to mention he always felt his name was pretty telling of where he was from. Maybe it was just obvious to him.

Rupee that was a cute nickname, no doubt something he will hate when he is older. Mother’s had a way of figuring out just the perfect way to embarrass their children. It seemed Clover would not be breaking that trend.

Felix cocked a brow. Not only was he impressed with Clover’s Swedish he also wasn’t aware of the baby’s middle name. “…is his middle name after me?” He felt it rude to just assume such a thing. Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

Being a father was one of those things that Felix never pondered until recently because only until recently had being one even seemed possible. Just like the idea of being in love had alluded him for so long. He would like to think he would be a good father. Read his child to sleep every night. Of course he could never see parenthood without Harrow by his side.

“I went to school in Norway so I suppose you could say you weren’t far off.” Seven years in Oslo was not a short time. Even if most of those years were spent in a musky castle. The kids who were native to Norway would often make fun of the way Felix spoke. The cadence of Swedish was more like a song. Any more it was slight, the up and down of his words. Six years in America had helped quell the native tongue that wanted to cling so desperately to his voice. Now that he was speaking more Swedish at home with Harrow there was no doubt that it would get more obvious. It was interesting how the years would pass and the students would comment on how he used to say something or how he didn’t have to repeat himself as often.

“Where about does your uncle live?” He was curious. He had no idea that Clover was so well traveled. Then again most family’s with money seemed to be. Unfortunately Felix was not a professor that seemed to get too involved with his students personal lives. He could say that he had a lot in common with the young woman sitting across from him. The way they were both just interested in their own little worlds. Perhaps that was why she always seemed to be his favorite. He would never admit to having a favorite, but it was hard not to. Especially with Felix’s habit of judging people quickly and harshly.

There was an old muggle cartoon with a black and white cat with the name Felix perhaps she was fond of classic cartoons. “Well I’m honored. “ He smiled and looked back at the little boy that he was still holding carefully in his arms.

“So Ms.Wynne.” Sure he had given her permission to call him by his first name but his habits died very hard. “I have a little bit of my own news to share with you.” Friends were hard to come by for Felix and given the history the two now shared Felix would like to think of Clover as a friend. You don’t just pull a baby from a woman and not have some sort of friendship after words. Unless of course that was your job perhaps. “Harrow and I are engaged.” He stated simply. He still felt giddy whenever he said it. Frantic little butterflies fluttered about in his stomach. He maneuvered his arms so that he could still hold Rupert securely with one arm. He held out his hand displaying the ring, rune etched about the silver band.

Felix was sure sense he just spent the weekend back in his home he sounded like he was fresh to America again. But that was all something that Felix supposed. Often he got in his own head, not that he minded his accent at all. It was a part of him so that meant if someone didn’t like it they might as well not waste his time and just walk off. That was how Felix was most times, a brash man with no time for people who wanted to criticize him.

“Wow , more up north then? They have some brutal winters up there, I guess a lot like Alaska is here,” Felix came from the southern area of Sweden where the climate was a little less winter wonderland. Sure it wasn’t the warmest place, summers often staying near 15 degrees Celsius. Felix’s first summer in France was like death. Even the summer’s in Salem were a little too much for the Swede, he couldn’t imagine living in a place where that saw above 32 degrees Celsius more than once.

He was shocked that he was taking so easily to having a baby in his arms. Felix honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had been around someone who he personally knew with a child. Harrow often spoke of his friends that did. Felix had yet to actually meet them. Elsa even had friends that she went to school with that were starting families. There was some of his own distant family but those announcements had been with photos, he hadn’t met their children yet either. It was times like these that he realized that perhaps he had live somewhat like a hermit up until recently.

A smile was spread on the girls face and Felix matched her grin. He was happy that she had taken so well to the news. Part of him was expecting her to turn up her nose and scoff claiming’ why would she care’. That was the part that judged people far too harshly. If she really were like that why would he be holding Clover’s son? It was simply the first instants where he had made time to get to know and involve himself in a former student’s life.

“Thank you,” He nodded and pulled back his hand wrapping it back around the baby. “Some of it yes, We just got back from my parent’s introducing him to them. Next week we are heading to Washington so I can meet the rest of his family.” Felix wasn’t nearly as nervous for that trip, it did help that he had met some of the other Satagori’s, yes it might have been as their professor but sometimes that was the best way to truly meet Felix.

“We don’t have a date yet…I wouldn’t mind something in the winter…maybe around Christmas?” He was thinking out loud. Felix hadn’t put much thought into a specific date yet, then again winter might not be the best. Just last year around winter the winter break was when Harrow had broken up with him. At the same time it could be good to replace that hard memory with what was sure to be the happiest day of Felix’s life.